The Yellow Wall-Paper

‘Ah!’ he cried. ‘It is your fate! Our fate! We have lived through this before! We will die together if we cannot live together!’

He caught her to him, kissed her madly, passionately, and together they went down into the black water.

‘It’s pretty lucky I could swim,’ said Ellen, as she hurried home. ‘And he couldn’t. The poor man! O, the poor man! He must have been crazy!’

What it must be to you to have such a daughter! To see your own youth – but a moment passed – repeated before your eyes!’

Her body is a poem!’

‘I will live no longer with a liar and a traitor,’ said he.

‘Then you will have to kill yourself,’ said I

and if he went to his death and a word of mine would have stopped him, I would not have said it.

‘I don’t mind a joke, even when it hurts, but there are limits.’

he told nothing and I asked nothing, and we went silently to bed.

I’ve got out at last,’ said I, ‘in spite of you and Jane! And I’ve pulled off most of the paper, so you can’t put me back!’

Then she said that the paper stained everything it touched, that she had found yellow smooches on all my clothes and John’s, and she wished we would be more careful!

The fact is I am getting a little afraid of John.